I handed it to him gracefully, bending over and looking deep into his eyes. Looking back, he must’ve thought I was psycho. I mean, he was probably a...hing for the second he could go home, and here some crazy volunteer was giving him a passionate stare. Once he took the glass, I felt let down. There was nothing left for me to do. It was time for me to leave. I looked around the room and saw a little tray of food on his bedside table. I pretended to accidentally knock it over. ‘Whoops,’ I said,. This was not a man I recognized. He was so passionate! I had no idea this man lay beneath my husband’s stuffy super-worker exterior. I quickly outlined the fantasy I wanted to play out that night. This one was incredibly easy. I just told him about my dream from the previous night. Eric’s eyes sparked with desire. I felt a responding spark ignite below my belly button. My panties felt damp and my nipples rubbed against my dress most distractingly. We raced up the stairs and burst into our. You are wet, and your breathing, although settling down from the peak of your climax, is still deep and labored. Your blouse is still on, and beneath it I can see the faint shadows of a dark-colored bra, and you still have your skirt on, although it is pushed up about your waist, exposing your pussy which is now flushed red and wet all around. You are not wearing panties, and that is how I first found you, so I haven’t even had the pleasure yet of undressing you.I am still fully dressed, except. “Isn’t that cool? It’s so peaceful. And I’m trying to be useful as well as ornamental.”“We’ll find out how useful you are when I start mowing this afternoon,” Donna laughed. “I’ll make a farm girl out of you.” After we’d cleaned up breakfast and had a little kiss-fest, the rest of us headed home.“We need a serious meeting before the guests get here,” Emily said. The two of us had spent last night sandwiched between Rachel and Livy. It was a wonder any of us could walk—or that we were.